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Chapter 22

           Theyweremostlyvermouthbottles,marsalabottles,capribottles,emptychiantiflasksandafewcognacbottles.Theporterhadcarriedoutthelargebottles,thosethathadheldvermouth,andthestraw-coveredchiantiflasks,andleftthebrandybottlesforthelast.Itwasthebrandybottlesandabottleshapedlikeabear,whichhadheldkümmel,thatMissVanCampenfound.Thebearshapedbottleenragedherparticularly.Shehelditup,thebearwassittinguponhishauncheswithhispawsup,therewasacorkinhisglassheadandafewstickycrystalsatthebottom.Ilaughed.

           "Itiskümmel,"Isaid."Thebestkümmelcomesinthosebear-shapedbottles.ItcomesfromRussia."

           "Thoseareallbrandybottles,aren’tthey?"MissVanCampenasked.

           "Ican’tseethemall,"Isaid."Buttheyprobablyare."

           "Howlonghasthisbeengoingon?"

           "Iboughtthemandbroughttheminmyself,"Isaid."IhavehadItalianofficersvisitmefrequentlyandIhavekeptbrandytoofferthem."

           "Youhaven’tbeendrinkingityourself?"shesaid.

           "Ihavealsodrunkitmyself."

           "Brandy,"shesaid."Elevenemptybottlesofbrandyandthatbearliquid."

           "Kümmel."

           "Iwillsendforsomeonetotakethemaway.Thosearealltheemptybottlesyouhave?"

           "Forthemoment."

           "AndIwaspityingyouhavingjaundice.Pityissomethingthatiswastedonyou."

           "Thankyou."

           "Isupposeyoucan’tbeblamedfornotwantingtogobacktothefront.

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